Insanity
by
Cynthia Taz
For disclaimer and such please refer to chapter 1.
Note: Thanks for everyone's reviews! It had been crazy week and with the exam (yuck!) and graduation (yeah!) coming I kinda forget to update until now... forgive me?
- WILLOW'S POV -
Day.
Night.
Day.
Night.
Giles comes at day, Tara comes by night.
Buffy and Xander come by in between.
But no words exchanged. Not between me and Giles, or me and Buffy, or me and Xander...
Or Tara and I.
Of course, Tara and I... we never need words.
We always understand each other... until now.
I still, in a way, know what she's thinking. What she's hoping for. What she's looking for.
It is she who can't see through me anymore.
Because I can't let her.
Because I can't let myself let her.
Say I'm stupid. Say I'm selfish. Say I'm crazy.
I can't let her into my live again.
Because my live is a black hole... waiting to swallow everyone dare to come near it... even light...
Even Tara...
And I can't let it happen... I can't let her fall.
Because I love her too much to let her.
- BUFFY'S POV -
This is stupid.
Why can't I stake Drusilla?
Why do I have to let her leave my basement to 'go for a walk'?
Yeah right. Like I believe that you just want 'a walk'.
And why do I have to be the one who followed her around?
Well, at least we can get Willow away from her.
I still want to stake her. Even Giles warned me not to.
Yeah. Yeah. I know. Drusilla is the only one Willow's willing to get help from.
Yeah right. Like she's really helping.
Giles, you owe me big time.
- TARA'S POV -
I once again takes over the Willow/Drusilla watch... well, just Willow tonight.
Drusilla wants a walk, and Giles let her... with the slayer right behind her tail.
It's for the best. Because I can finally get my Willow alone.
With me.
She is now lying on the mattress, her hands holding onto the blanket Drusilla gave her, like her life depends on it.
Just like the way she holds Drusilla.
Not even when we were together she would hold me like that.
And now, all I can do is looking at her depending on others...
Depends on a vampire... depends on a blanket... but not me.
"DRU!"
- WILLOW'S POV -
"DRU!"
It can't be true! No! They are not killing Dru!
I can't let them kill Dru. I can't lose her. Not now.
Tara stares at me with concern. Don't concern me damn it! Dru's in danger!
I run upstairs. Then to the front door. Then into the Sunnydale night street. I can hear Tara calling me from behind, but I can't stop.
I have to get to Dru.
I have to save her.
- BUFFY'S POV -
Okay. Not good.
Drusilla is surrounded by bringers and uber-vamps.
Should I save her?
Should I not?
Well, as much as I don't like Drusilla, she's helping us... helping Willow... in a way that I still don't get.
Drusilla is fighting the vamps and bringers. Some of them spot me.
C'mon, big boys. Bring it on.
"NO!"
- TARA'S POV -
Willow stops at the corner of the street. I can see Drusilla and Buffy fighting some bringers and uber-vamps not far ahead.
Then I turn back towards Willow.
"NO!"
I once again turn towards the fighting group. Drusilla is standing in the middle. Staring at Willow...
And turn into dust.
I turn back towards Willow again. She is floating in the air, dark magic surrounded her.
Hundreds of fireballs suddenly appear around Willow, and shot towards the group.
One by one, they all burnt into nothing, except Buffy.
I run towards Willow, staring into her face.
Willow's eyes speak to me for the first time: Dru is dead...
And so is Willow.